"That will be enough for me," said Dean shrugging his shoulders.
"Hardly. You are to stay longer."
"Are you going to leave me here—under the earth?" asked Dean, in alarm.
"Don't you be scared, youngster—you will be safe. You won't be alone. Here, Pompey."
Through the inner passage came a stunted negro, with a preternaturally large head, around which was pinned a cotton cloth in the shape of a turban. He bowed obsequiously, and eyed Dean with evident curiosity mingled with surprise.
"This boy has come to visit you, Pompey," said Kirby, with grim pleasantry.
"Yah, yah, massa!" chuckled Pompey, showing the whites of his eyes.
"You must take good care of him. Give him something to eat when he is hungry, but don't let him escape."
"Yah, massa!"